There He Is Again, My Ex-Husband novel Chapter 1139

Anya went out of the bedroom and found Phil in the kitchen.

He did not change his suit yet and was cleaning food with his sleeves rolled up.

To be honest, he looked like he was a bad cook in this outfit, but he was actually good at cooking.

Anya had eaten his dishes during most of her pregnancy, and now she felt hungry seeing him cooking.

But Anya was stubborn not to eat here or accept Phil's care for her. To be exact, she couldn't accept his care after he claimed to break up with her.

Anya stood by the kitchen door and said goodbye, "I'm about to go."

On second thought, she added, "Thank you for what you've done today."

Today, they took their daughter back from the hospital. It was the first day the family of three gathered together. Anya thanked Phil for giving her the time to stay with the baby.

"Are you sure you don't eat here?" Phil looked at her and asked softly.

"No." Anya was determined.

Phil put down the food and washed his hands, saying, "Then I don't cook. I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat."

Anya did not reply.

He must say it on purpose.

He must upset her on purpose.

He had stomach trouble. How could he not eat dinner?

Anya heard that Phil had been ill because of heavily drinking and skipping meals when they just gotten divorced.

During her pregnancy, Phil cooked every day and ate with her three meals a day.

Phil once told her his stomach got much better and the stomach disease did not relapse because he had eaten every meal in a timely and quantitative manner.

But now he stopped cooking and deliberately stated he would not have dinner.

He was trying to make her uneasy by tormenting himself, wasn't he?

Anya had a healthy stomach and would not feel uncomfortable by skipping a meal only, but Phil…

A busy entrepreneur like Phil usually suffered from a stomach illness.

Emelia said before that Julian had a bad stomach and she looked after him with great care by preparing regular meals during the first few years of marriage. Only in that way did Julian get better.

Anyway, Anya did not mean that she would skip her dinner. She just did not want to eat here. She would eat at her home.

With her lips pursed, Anya was a bit angry, glaring at the man cleaning his hands, and stepping forward calmly.

She really wanted to scratch his face. Humph!

"What's up?" Phil went closer and asked innocently.

He was even better than her at irritating people!

"Phil Henderson!" Anya stared at the man in front of her and huffed, "Don't worry. If anything goes wrong with your health, I'll take your daughter and marry another man right away!"

Then she turned around. Phil pulled her arms in a hurry. "You're not healthy, either! Since you have delivered a baby, you should have a regular and healthy dinner."

Phil was guilty-ridden when he thought of what Arthur had told him.

Anya was young. If she had been taken good care of, she would have recovered soon. But the premature delivery seriously impaired her health and it would be difficult for her to have another baby in the future.

"I've hired a cook to make meals for us and baby food for our daughter. You can eat here every day when you come to visit her.

"The cook asks for leave today. He will cook in the following days."

Phil had racked his brain to feed Anya well.

Anya eyed him for a while with her mouth tightened and sneered at last, "Phil, do you plan to maintain such a weird relationship with me? Claim to break up with me but look after me at the same time."

Phil looked away. "I just wish you to live well."

"Don't regret it in the future," Anya snorted and sat down on the sofa. "Mr. Henderson, please cook for us tonight."

He insisted on maintaining this queer relationship, so she would just enjoy his good care.

Anyway, Anya believed that she was the one who seized the initiative. It was up to her whether to accept his care and she had nothing to lose. Why not just enjoy it?

Since Anya ordered, Phil turned back to the kitchen to prepare their dinner.

The baby was still sleeping. Anya felt bored in the living room alone and went to the kitchen to find faults with Phil. Well, to be exact, she was going to bother him.

Lazily leaning against the door, Anya stared at the man cooking in the kitchen. "Ah, Mr. Henderson, you're really handsome cooking in a white shirt."

Phil's forehead became throbbing. Anya was about to torment him with her tricks.

She excited him by throwing herself at him during the day. Now it seemed that she wanted to verbally flirt with him.

Anya said in a flirtatious tone, "Will you stain your white shirt when cooking? How about taking it off?"

Phil was speechless.

She was always bold to say and imagine something extremely erotic.